Heh.. I moved out when I was 16 (went to a high school and then followed by University) and have now lived alone for 22 years.

I can't even entertain the idea of not having my own privacy and my own place to do exactly what I want, when I want how I want.

I'm already getting anxious about the holidays and spending a few days with family. It's so exhausting, all that useless meaningless chatter etc. Makes one so weary.